Made of Honor

My freshman year of college we had an all ladies lecture during orientation. During this gathering of beautiful women, we were encouraged to not look for our Grooms, but rather, our Bridesmaids. It seemed sort of silly to be talking about marriage when we had just graduated high school. My main concern wasn't the color of the tablecloths, but rather, where my classes were located!

I hadn't really thought about it much until the past week. I've never really been too good with girlfriends. My past experiences with girls were Gossip Girl worthy, including backstabbing, gossip, and a continuous dislike for each other, but a fake front. Disgusted by this, I had been wary of close friendships and had distanced myself from close friendships with girls.

I've recently began to let down my guard and to really allow myself to be vulnerable. After all, life revolves around people and I would be completely selfish to not allow other people into my life for the reasons that I had. I've invested in lives and been privileged to have mine invested in, in turn.

Today I realized how truly blessed I am to have a certain group of special ladies in my life. I have friends that I can laugh with, cry with, share fears, concerns, secrets. Friends who call me freaking out and friends who I can go to freaking out. We aren't best friends, we don't know each other inside and out, but we have a bond that is priceless and irreplaceable. We are bold, but beautiful. We are nice, but determined. We have concerns and worries, but we pray about them. We are armed with letters, encouragement, yellow ribbons, and a listening ear. We are Army Strong.

Ladies, I love you. Stay strong.